Across the world,there's another place,which is unreal and created by people who created by God. Whose brain is mighty and can control anything they want just by their mind. Someone who is wise said,writer is a God itself.

If I'm God,surely I would be happy. Nothing would prevent me from doing things I want. For example,kill someone that I hate,isn't?. A writer could create or kill someone easily. And no sin or punishment for doing that. I couldn't stab someone,I wouldn't waste my youth living in a jail. Living in this naive world surrounded by cruel people.

I shall become like one of those people.

I sipped a black coffee which I hate and pushed my shades into my face and take a deep breathe. And I know it's the coldest summer for this year yet I wore hot pants and plain black T. Cold never bother me anyway,or some stupid line in the Frozen since there's stupid neighbour's childreen keep saying that. It keep bouncing in my head for awhile.

So far this summer,I do nothing except wasting my money. I write nothing since last winter. And it keep bothering me. Mister president keep calling me for uncertain reason which is annoying. I hope I could kill him in my story but I know nothing about him. I never saw his face. All I know is his number phone. Even his name is not revealed which is so crazy. Who is he? A guy from North Korea? His identity must not be discovered or something?. 

"Come here miss! This coffee shop launched today! We have a great promotion!," a girl with a big smiles offering me to come into the coffee shop. Promotion? Sounds good. I don't want to waste my money on expensive coffee and curry puff. Or would I say,the coffee I drink is from my company's cafeteria. It's